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I see a casket coming down the steps, carried by two men. A small and lonely church. Then I realized who lay inside. I always knew the day would come, but I expected a larger gathering, and a respectable line of cars, not just a hearse, a driver and the extra man. All my assets are listed in my Will. Gone now to my heirs. My wealth is nothing to me now There’s a casket, these clothes and a small headstone. But who is this standing by my grave? The man I once saved from hunger at no great cost to me; certainly nothing I thought much of. Now this friend’s my only treasure, my true wealth discovered so late. I’m a fool poorly graved, my savior this poor man I saved. John Hayes
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Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 10:07 AM UTC
On that Day
I see a casket coming down the steps, carried by two men. A small and lonely church. Then I realized who lay inside. I always knew the day would come, but I expected a larger gathering, and a respectable line of cars, not just a hearse, a driver and the extra man. All my assets are listed in my Will. Gone now to my heirs. My wealth is nothing to me now There’s a casket, these clothes and a small headstone. But who is this standing by my grave? The man I once saved from hunger at no great cost to me; certainly nothing I thought much of. Now this friend’s my only treasure, my true wealth discovered so late. I’m a fool poorly graved, my savior this poor man I saved. John Hayes
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john-hayes
78/M/Pittsburgh, PA
Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 10:07 AM UTC
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